Alice Liddell is dead and Wonderland is still reeling from a revolution that spanned the entire kingdom. A new King sits upon the throne - Jack, the former Knave of Hearts and once prince and revolution leader, is learning to cope with his new position as monarch of Wonderland. The tests to find new Alices in hopes of restoring Wonderland's magic continue as her inhabitants slowly pieces her back together. Yet questions still linger: where are the old King and his Queen? And how long can the vast array of Wonderlanders keep themselves hidden from the rest of London during their increasingly frequent trips to the city so far beyond the looking glass?
Welcome to Far Beyond The Looking Glass, a present day rp based on the characters from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There. It is currently Autumn 2014 in London, England, and Wonderland is currently experiencing an autumn-like season, too. Have a look around and don't be afraid to pop in the cbox if you have a question as we're quite a friendly bunch. We hope you decide to join and welcome!

QUOTE/LYRICS: i lost my mind in the city of lights in the backstreets buildings and the neon lights when I heard the thunder i could feel the rain it's the same to me just a different name oh lord i said oh lord won't you follow me into the jungle ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle won't you follow me into the jungle ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The package sat before him on the table, a six-pack next to it. The beer was intentional; the package was not. It had been accidentally thrust upon him by a six-year-old on the Tube that morning, insisting he have it because she didn't have any friends. So he sat in his London flat, rented out for a year while he reestablished the Potentials program, and waited for Judas to arrive.<p>

Because if there was anyone Fintan would make friendship bracelets with, it was going to be Judas.<p>

The book itself was an oversized, purple, sparkly mess of an instruction manual with an attached plastic sleeve of colorful yarn and beads. He'd invited Judas over, completely serious, grateful the Cat was in London for whatever reason, but didn't tell him what the invitation was about. So he waited for Judas to show up, giggling to himself every so often, excited for his friend's reaction.

......and she's in her fifth year, there's really no fucking excuse for not having her shit together I mean really.

anywho. she has a dorm room. it's an apartment. but since her roommate isn't around to give permission and said roommate's stuff is in the living room/kitchen/bathroom, all you're seeing is asya's bedroom. <3

It'd been a long day, Fintan decided as he took his paper lantern and trudged out of the gardens with everyone else down to the boats on the shore, and his night was about to be just as long. Everyone needed to be chatted up, drinks were drank, Judas had run his head round spinning, and it seemed as though Jenna had been making a point not to talk to him all evening. He was frustrated, the need to be near Jenna making him the craziest of all the emotions swirling inside him, and he practically stormed down to the beach in a funk. No one dared near him as he claimed a boat for himself and sat down, paper lantern underneath his bench.<p>

What was it about her that was so damn infuriating? Never had anyone gotten under his skin quite like Jenna could — and had — and he was starting to really hate it. He couldn't think straight even just being in the same room as her and he seemed unable to focus on anyone or -thing that wasn't her, try as he might. She was magnetic and he was unable to resist her pull. It'd always been like this before their silenced years, but now it seemed stronger than ever and it was starting to wear him down.<p>

He lay back and bent backwards, almost underneath the bench he was sitting on, grateful he'd left his suit jacket and tie on his table at the reception. The stretch in his back and abdomen felt good, almost as if he could bend his problems away. He lost track of time, listening to the water lap against the shore as boats pushed away, when he heard it. Someone was heading for his boat. He didn't bother sitting up, preferring to surprise whoever it was into jumping off in the water and leaving him be.<p>

That had been the plan, anyway. Whoever it was sounded like they were having a hell of a time as they tried to push the boat off enough to get it moving and then tried to climb in. <i>Tried,</i> at least, since Fintan felt it the moment their feet got tangled in his. He was rocketing upwards and grabbing the person around the waist before he could think, pulling them towards him so as to not let them fall over the other edge and into the water. Instantly, he found himself both loving and regretting his actions.<p>

Fintan had a bet to collect. Watching Judas all night, he'd noticed the Cat seemed just a tad too excited about the day's festivities — especially the coronation. There wasn't anything in particular that set off the alarm bells in Fintan's head, just an air about Judas that felt accomplished. Still, if asked, Fintan wouldn't be able to prove it. Merely, it was a taste on his tongue he couldn't wash away. Observing Judas make his way around the garden as the reception rattled on, Fintan resolutely decided Judas had been involved the Revolution. He would just never dare breath a word of it to anyone, living or dead.<p>

Things had been different before Alice. They were among the older of Wonderlanders, floating around for eons of time in comparison to most of the guests Fintan was watching. He'd always held respect for the Cheshire and the magic he could wield, but they were never <i>friends</i>. It'd been equal parts curious and sadness that'd driven Fintan to follow Judas into Wonderland that day. He knew Alice was dying. His own affection for the woman had him torn up, but not in the way it had Judas. Cleaning up after the Cat and getting him back to Wonderland changed something in their dynamic. Fintan included Judas in his plans to find Wonderland's magic again. Judas kept the threats to a minimum. They'd never sit in a pub and shoot the shit over pints and a football match, but then again, neither were the kind to do so.<p>

The champagne was horrible — Fintan could smell it — and wandered over, with whiskey in hand instead, to Judas who, for the moment, was standing to the side, alone, looking like he was tracking everyone's movements. Fintan stared down at his glass for a moment and then smiled, wondering how he'd come across such a creature he would call a friend. True friends, the ones who heard what Fintan really thought, were few and far between, yet Judas had snuck his way onto that list. Put himself up rather high, too. It constantly baffled Fintan.<p>

<b>"So did you let Rhiannon have <i>any</i> say in the planning of all this?"</b> Fintan joked, taking a sip of his whiskey. Not as fresh as in London, but it would have to do. <b>"Because I have this sinking feeling that half the performers won't be going home tonight."</b>

i'm also off to ireland! i'll be leaving in a week and will have posts i owe up before i leave the country on may 29th (my flight's not until late at night but we have to get to the airport at 4pm because airline is dumb), but in the meantime, i'll be fairly non-existant like i have been lately. so many pre-trip classes and meetings ugh. also work is . . . well, work is being dumb, especially my managers, who freaked out over one mistake i made and are threatening me to "show perfection or else look for other employment" even though my record's been pretty much 100% spotless since . . . a long time ago? idk, they're being a bunch of babies and i picked up a bunch of extra shifts to help make the money i need for ireland and i'm just really freaking busy at the moment. <3 i'll have internet access in ireland, but i plan on using it mostly for checking in with my family and posting pictures (of course i'll share with you guys too, dun worry <3) and doing schoolwork because ireland y'know? my flight back is on the tenth, i've got stuff on the eleventh (including re-regulating my body clock), and then i have ORIENTATION!!1!!!!11!!!1!1!!1 for my next college this fall on the twelfth (it's an hour and half drive for an 830a check in and then an hour and half drive back after we finish at 5p) so i will be back in full swing on the thirteenth of june. :D

autumn leaves has been skinned exclusively for far beyond the looking glass by asya.she would appreciate it if you didn't steal/use this skin without her permission.for full credits, please view the credits post here.